i shape the morning

i shape the morning with an angry fist
this light may mock my most earnest desire
but i cannot escape what you require
the choice is always submit or resist
so many names are left off the long list
of those who qualify to face the fire
for it is known who's strong and who will tire
and who was by the last hot angel kissed
the sharpest light that hits the waking eye
reminds each one of what is left to do
and we must hurry to precede the rain
such signals may come from the urgent sky
that others bring most eagerly to view
but i can tell just what is done in vain